Mo Shangjun stood quietly in place, waiting for Ya Tianxing to approach.
Ya Tianxing gazed deeply at her, then reached out to grab the locust on her hair and tossed it aside.
Ya Tianxing asked, "How many were chasing you?"
Mo Shangjun replied, "Two left."
Ya Tianxing said softly, "That's alright then."
He hurried over as soon as he heard the intense gunfire.
Rushing against time, he encountered those two individuals and took care of them.
"Oh."
Mo Shangjun nodded.
She didn't rush to speak, taking some time to gradually come down from her combat state.
Ya Tianxing didn't hurry to say anything else either, patiently waiting in place, watching as her icy, lethal demeanor gradually faded away, reverting to her usual calm, composed self.
The Mo Shangjun he had just seen was somewhat different from the Mo Shangjun in all his memories.
This was something he had never seen before.
